My walk-in closet became a walk-in closet again yesterday and I’m in love with it. What you don’t see in the picture is what I love the most~ the open floor space. There is no ironing basket, no huge exercise ball, no basket of clothes to be mended. I could go in there and twirl with my arms stretched wide if I wanted to.

Excuse me, I think I’ll go get it out of my system.

I keep walking in there today and taking deep, happy breaths. Now I know what my Mom, the OCD Closet Organizer gets out of her closet purges. There really is something to it.

My closet is the perfect place to hide things before company comes over. The shelves go even higher than this pictures shows and it can hold a LOT; consequently, I hold onto clothes far longer than I should. I found a dress yesterday that I wore when I was pregnant. Since it wasn’t a maternity dress, I thought I might wear it again, but it’s so long that I trip over it. The huge belly was what held it up at a reasonable length…

Bye-bye, super long, pretty dress.

Hello, space.

I like you. I like you a lot.